Moom

An answer doesn't help.

When I walk these streets again I relive the heartbreak.

Between my fingers I feel a fossil we once found on the beach. 

I want to walk the few paces to your house but there is an invisible barrier you manufactured to keep me away. 

I want to tell you exciting news 

I want to tell you what a fuckwit you've been. 

I want to know if you have realised.

Perhaps you're ashamed now. 

Perhaps we're estranged now. 

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Well written and food for thought. Sometimes there are no good answers and all we can do is move on...



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